that he himself was the object of Benton Todd's admiration. Now the boy was riding around the country at night, likely to get shot or jailed, because he figured he was saving the nation. But Lucille Christian would have to take some of the responsibility, too, he felt. He had felt that for a long time before he was able to see the whole picture. At first he had thought that Benton Todd joined just because he guessed the girl's sympathies to lie that way, or because he wanted to swagger a little before her and drop dark hints. Then Mr. Munn had decided that Lucille Christian had let slip, some- how, the information that he and Mr. Christian were in the thing. Or perhaps she had come right out with it, either because she was worried about it or because she wanted the boy to get in. But Mr. Munn didn't know positively how much she knew. He discovered that she knew everything, and had known everything for a long time. One evening when Mr. Munn was there for supper, Mr. Christian looked up from his plate and remarked: "Well, Sukie, you better get Aunt Cassie to sleep up here tomorrow night. I'm going possum-hunting over on Rose Creek, and I won't get in till mighty late. Like as not I won't get in till day." "All right," she said Mr. Christian turned to Mr. Munn. " Say, Perse, don't you want to come? Tom Abernathy's got two new dogs he claims are mighty good, and we're gonna try 'em out." " I've got some things to see to out at the place,'* Mr. Munn answered. " I'm sorry," "Tomorrow night's Saturday night, you can catch up on your sleep Sunday morning. Why don't you come, huh?" Lucille Christian, Mr. Munn noticed, was looking half- amusedly from one to the other. " Can't do it," Mr. Munn said. "Why don't you all stop pretending?" Lucille Christian asked, so casually that at first Mr. Munn did not grasp the full significance.